August 10th, 2012 • 9:21 AM, New York
As always, anything is allowed
Dear Anna,
That must have been really scary to see your mum like that. Scary for her too, I imagine. I can't stand having to be sick in bed for a day, never mind weeks or months, but it's rough to be on the other end . . . because what do you do? Taking care of the other person isn't really negotiable, even if they are being wretched about it. I'm sorry. I feel sort of useless being on the other side of the ocean from you, unable to hug you, bring you delicious things to eat or drink, or take you away to distract you. If there’s anything I can do, will you please tell me? As always, anything is allowed. I’m so glad you’ll be here so soon.
I got up super early this morning because I spent last night with PH . When we left rehearsal yesterday, we went to go find food somewhere and on the way I was checking my emails on my phone. He looked at me and said something like, “Are you one of those people who is always on their phone?” It caught me off guard because I don’t think of myself that way. But, because I need to work remotely while we’re in rehearsal, I am on my phone a lot. I hate that! Anyway, I realized that I need to learn to balance that shit out better because my work doesn't have my full attention when I'm walking down the street either. I decided to disconnect and swallowed my anxiety about not knowing what emails I was receiving for the better part of the day yesterday, but didn't make it past 5am this morning without finally giving in and sneaking out of bed to sit with my computer in the living room.
The good news is, the world has not ended and I am not in trouble with anyone for not having responded to any emails yesterday. The bad news is that now there are 93 of them in my inbox. Naturally, yours is the only one I feel like responding to…
love love love love